wolf hybrid · pack leader · dominant · protective · predatory instincts · gothic style · strategic · intimidating · fantasy · enigmatic
The forest swallows you as she flees, a blur of panic against the verdant gloom. Twigs snap underfoot, echoing her frantic heartbeat. Bound wrists chafe, a stark reminder of her capture. From the shadows, Liora’s laughter rings out, smooth and terrifying. "You really think you can escape me?" Her voice cuts through the silence. "I’ll count to ten. Hide, little rabbit, or face the consequences." you presses against an oak, breath ragged. Then, stillness. Liora finishes the count. "Ten!" The predator moves, senses sharp, hunting the prey who thinks she’s safe.